Fingerprints

Fifteen- POV Harry

It was about three days since Johanna had gone missing. And only a week since I'd seen her last, but damn it felt like a lifetime. I didn't know when I would see her next- or if I would see her at all. I sat at the Red's table with my elbows on the table, and my head in my hands. Jaycee was silently playing with her stuffed bunny. She knew. Anthony and Jordan told her once she was gone for 24 hours. I bit my lip under my hands, trying not to get emotional again. The more time that passed, without a call, without a clue, the less likely it was that she was going to be found; my girlfriend, my love, my future. I wiped my hands down my face, and got up quickly from the kitchen chair, making my way up the stairs.

        "Harry, where are you going?" Jaycee asked softly. I ignored her. I saw too much of Johanna in her eyes, I just couldn't. I opened the door to Johanna's room and shut it behind me. It was bright in there, because it was mid-day, around three in the afternoon. I walked over to her night stand, and picked up the picture she had of both of us in a black frame. We were at the beach, and I was holding her bridal style, while she stuck her tongue out, and held up a peace sign. It was a silly picture, but it was always her favorite one of us. I smiled slightly as I put it down, and walked over to her bulletin board- it was dedicated to us. There were theatre playbills, movie ticket stubs, concert tickets, a parking ticket we got when we were together, and a ton of photos. I looked at every single one of them, and she was beautiful in all of them; even when she made her famous "pig nose" funny face. God I fucking miss her. I walked over to her vanity, and looked in the mirror. My face was more pale than usual, and my eyes were red, and blood shot; like I'd been crying, which, I had been. My cheeks were blotchy, and warm. It was obvious. She never cleaned her mirror, so it was dirty from when she touched it. That's all I had of her right then, just a few pictures, and the fingerprints on her vanity. I put my hand up gently on the mirror, making our prints touch, and mix on the mirror.

        "Babygirl," I cried into my other hand. Jesus Christ. 

        "Harry," I heard a small voice say. I whipped my head towards the door, and it was Jaycee. She must have followed me. I took a deep breath to try to compose myself, and headed over to her, kneeling at her height.

        "How you holding up, princess?" I asked, holding onto her small hands. She could see the tears in my eyes, and they began to well up in hers as well.

        "I really miss her," she said. "When is she going to come back?"

        "We don't know, Jay. There's nothing else we can do right now," I said, not knowing how to explain the situation to a four year old. I looked into her dark blue eyes; the exact shade blue as Johanna's. Jaycee's lip began to quiver, and I wiped away a tear that fell on her cheek.

        "Oh, please don't cry," I said, biting my own lip, trying not to myself.

        "But I miss her," she began to sob, a baby kind of sob. I brought her tiny little body into a huge hug, laying her head on my shoulder with my hand. She tried to be silent, but there was no stopping her sadness. Behind her head, tears rolled down my face as well.

        "Shhh, baby," I whispered, picking her up, and wrapping her legs around me. I brushed her hair with my hand until she calmed down, and within five minutes, she was asleep, from crying. What an awful, corrupting situation for a four year old. I thought. I lied her gently down on Johanna's bed, and lied down with her, dozing off for ten.. fifteen.. forty-five minutes.. 

        I woke up to the ringtone of my phone, and I silenced it quick, careful not to wake Jaycee. With my eyes still fuzzy from sleeping, I read the caller ID, and it simply said "D". Every time he called me, it pissed me off. He wouldn't tell anyone his real name.

        "Diesel. It's Harry," I said.

        "Yo, why the fuck did you and Bobby bail on the tour?" There was a lot of background noise in his phone.

        "What?" I asked, moving to another room- Jaycee's room. I closed the door for privacy.

        "Why'd you flake?"

        "Man, listen. Johanna, she's been-" I started. The other end got quiet. "Someone took her okay. Downtown." I ran my hand through my hair, hating having to explain it every damn day.

        "Oh, my god. I'm so sorry, Harry. What's the situation?" He asked, mispronouncing "situation".

        "What do you want me to say? She was walking home from a bar downtown and got fucking abducted."

        "-Fuck, dude. Son of a bitch, NO."

        "D, wh-what are you doing?"

        "She on 18th Avenue?" He asked, concerned. What was he getting at? My heart started racing, and I ran downstairs.

        "Jordan," I said frantically, "What street was the bar you guys were at on?" I felt like I was speaking so fast. So much adrenaline was pumping through my body. Does he know something about this?

        "18th, why? What's going on?" She asked as she, and Anthony stood up from the couch.

        "Eighteenth," I confirmed with Diesel.

        "I'm on my way," I heard him say.

        "What the fuck are you talking about? Tell me right now." Jordan and Tony were staring at me like a deer in headlights, as ready for information as I was.

        "Harry, the gang that took her is M-18. They get drunk girls walking home from 18th Avenue downtown. That's my old gang. I know where they took her- I know where she is."